Chapter 3 — My Home, No One Should Touch It

"You are a girl, you have to get married in the future, reputation is very important."

“Besides… isn't it the right thing for a sister to love her younger brother…”

I interrupted.

“If your house was taken over by someone else, would you be as generous?”

He stopped. The corners of the mouth twitched.

“This… this doesn't take over my house… besides, you two sisters, whoever lives here…”

“Then shut up.”

I pointed straight to the door.

"It's easy to stand around and talk coolly. My house was taken over, and you're standing here talking to me about love? About reputation?"

“I asked you.”

“You don't live at home, can I come and stay?”

“Your car doesn't run, can I take it away?”

“Your wife is not sleeping…”

I stopped. No need to say everything. Everyone understands. "Master" Liu's face immediately turned red. The hand pushing the glasses trembled.

"You... what are you talking about? I kindly advise you, do you have this attitude?"

“I don't know what to do?”

I laughed coldly.

"You know what, so give your house to someone else to live in!"

“You told me that girls have to maintain their reputation, so I ask you, my younger brother invaded my property, why didn't you say anything about his reputation?”

“People like you…”

I looked straight into his eyes, my voice cold as ice.

“I'm only good at advising victims to be generous.”

“Never dare to blame the person who caused the problem.”

“Because victims are easy to bully.”

“As for the troublemaker… you don't dare touch him, right?”

He cornered me until he was speechless. Lips trembled for half a day, unable to utter a word. In the end, he just snorted and slipped out behind the crowd. The curly-haired woman clapped her hands loudly:

"Well said, sister! These types of 'mediators' are the most disgusting!"

"If it doesn't concern you, advise others to be generous, no matter what!"

The guy next to him also gave a thumbs up:

"Exactly! When it's my turn, I'll probably jump up first!"

I took a deep breath. I don't want to waste any more words with Vuong Duc Hau. Immediately pull out the phone.

"Hello, I want to report to the police. Someone illegally entered my house, and the management team helped us take over my property. The address is Cam Tu Hoa Dinh management office."

Vuong Duc Hau's face immediately changed. He quickly rushed forward to stop:

"Miss Tham, don't don't don't... it's just a family matter, calling the police won't solve it..."

“Can it be resolved or not…”

I pushed his hand away and pressed the phone to my ear.

“…it's not for you to decide.”

The other end of the line heard the operator's voice. I reported the address and explained the situation. The other side said they would immediately send someone over. I hung up. Looking back at Vuong Duc Hau. His face was as white as paper.

“Miss Tham… this… it's not that bad… it's just a house, make it big enough to call the police…”

“Just a house?”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“Manager Vuong, do you know…”

“For Chinese people, does a new house mean anything?”

He was stunned. I speak slowly.

“It's the root.”

“It's life.”

"It's what I used ten years of youth to exchange for."

“You guys arbitrarily give the key to someone else…”

“Then come back and tell me…”

“Not enough?”

The air was quiet. Even the sound of the air conditioner can be heard clearly. Vuong Duc Hau opened his mouth. But this time... he couldn't say another word. While waiting for the police, the management center became increasingly bustling. After hearing my story, the other homeowners who came to pick up the keys all gathered around, one by one, one by one, directly. turned Vuong Duc Hau into the center of "confrontation".

"Do you guys have any regulations? What procedures do you need to replace a key? Is there a letter of authorization from the homeowner? Will you call to confirm? Say it!"

"I suspect that within you guys there is someone colluding with that younger brother! Otherwise, how would he know the handover date? Know which house belongs to whom? This is definitely a problem!"

"Today I need an answer! If we can't even keep the key, then how can we give our house to you?!"

Vuong Duc Hau was questioned until he sweated profusely. The shirt sticks to the body. He just kept explaining:

“Everyone, calm down… we really followed the process… the household registration book really proves the relationship…”

“What does the household registration book prove?”

The vest guy slammed down on the counter.

“It only proves blood relationship, not proof of authorization!”

"Today I took my father's household registration book to the bank to withdraw money. Can you see if the bank will give it? Are you better than the bank?!"

Vuong Duc Hau was speechless. The curly-haired woman added another sentence:

"Did you guys receive money from that younger brother? Otherwise, why did you hand over the key so easily?!"

As soon as this sentence came out— Vuong Duc Hau's face immediately turned pale. The voice also trembled:

"Sister...don't talk nonsense! We absolutely do not accept any benefits! We just follow industry practice..."

“Industry practice?”

A guy wearing glasses standing next to him smiled coldly.

"Is it your custom to harm the homeowner? Today I opened my eyes. Cam Tu Hoa Dinh, top 500 nationwide... doing business like this?"

Vest interjected:

"On the first day, something like this happened. In the future, who will trust you to protect the rights of residents? If you can't do it, then replace someone!"

I stood to one side, watching Vuong Duc Hau being surrounded by a crowd of people. A little bit of resentment was finally released from my heart. But… it's still not enough. I wait for the police. I wanted to make him understand—not all homeowners are easy to bully. It's not like anything labeled "family" can be glossed over. About fifteen minutes later, the police arrived. The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties. Square face, thick eyebrows, straight eyes. You can tell just by looking at him... not the type that's easy to pass by. Behind him is a young police officer, holding a notebook.

“Who reported the crime?”

His voice was calm and clear, echoing clearly in the room. I immediately walked up. Briefly describe the whole incident - I bought a house, went to pick up the keys today, and discovered that yesterday my fake younger brother had accepted it first, even moved in, and the management handed over the keys without my authorization. That policeman's last name is Tran. I heard my colleagues call me that. After listening, his eyebrows furrowed tightly. He turned to Vuong Duc Hau.

“You guys gave me the key?”

Vuong Duc Hau immediately smiled wryly and bowed:

“Comrade Tran, this is just a little conflict between brothers and sisters…”

“I asked you.”

His voice suddenly turned cold.

“Did you guys give me those keys?”

Vuong Duc Hau's voice became quieter.

“Who authorized it?”

“Her younger brother brought his household registration book…”

“Household registration book?”

Tran Canh smiled coldly. That laugh... made Vuong Duc Hau's legs feel weak.

“Let me tell you one thing clearly.”

“The household registration book only proves kinship.”

“It doesn't mean you have the right, when you don't have the owner Ownership allows…”

“…arbitrarily surrender their property—including keys, house documents, or any personal items—to another person!”

These words… are exactly like what everyone just said. But when it comes out of a cop's mouth— it's as heavy as a hammer. Vuong Duc Hau was in cold sweat. Lips trembling:

“We… we just followed industry practice…”

“Industry practice?”

Tran's voice suddenly raised. The whole room immediately fell silent.

“Is it your custom to make fun of the homeowner's property?!”

He looked straight at him:

“Whose name is the certificate of ownership in?”

“…Tham… Tham Thanh Vy…”

“So on what basis do you give the key to someone else?!”

Every word. Like a hammer pounding down. Straight into Vuong Duc Hau's heart. Not missing a beat.